tThe only new things are those that have been forgotten

madness flows like a river to the sea-
devouring my mind,my God,cant you see!
madness like sun light,like fire it burns;a cloak of acid,a crown of thorens.
freedom in death for life who can bare
serching for refuge yet finding no where,
loneliness?[is now] my lover,darkness my guard,happiness a distant memory distorted by iron bars.....

you enterd my life in a casual way and you saw at one glance what i needed,
there were others who passed me or met me each day,but never one stoped or heeded.
perhaps they were thinking of other folks more,or chance simply seemed to decree it-there might have been many such chance before,but the others,well,they didnt see it.
you said just the things that i wished you would say and you made me believe that you meant it;i held up my head in an old galant way and resolved you would never repent it.
there are times when incouragement means such alot and a word is enough to convey it
there could have been someone as easy as not ,but just the same they didnt say it.
there might have been someone who could have done more to help me along, though i doubt it,
what i needed was cheering and like always before they had let me go onward without it.
but you helped to refashion the dream to my heart& u made me turn eagerly to it,there could have been someone? i question that part...cause after all,They didnt do it.

early sunday morning dawns light speckled across the sky.
l sit and listen;
the sound of silence,
an acient whisper,
a hiddeous cry.
outside my window
the leaves are dancing
to a song my soul
can so discern.
the birds at play
on a scarlette canvas
ride the wind free of concern.

the darkness flees
the suns accendment.
and night gives birth,
a brand new day,
I promise this,this sunday morning"once at your side its there i'll stay.